The Highlander Series(43)
“Is there something you need, Laird?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Can I not retire to my own chamber?”
She flushed and gathered Crispen to her skirts. “Aye, of course. You don’t usually come to bed so early. That is, I hadn’t expected you to …”
She trailed off, her blush deepening. She pressed her lips firmly together as if refusing to say another word.
He couldn’t resist teasing her. “I hadn’t realized you were so familiar with my sleep habits, lass.”
Her blush disappeared and she glared her displeasure.
Determined to set her straight on several issues, he crooked his finger at Crispen, and when he grudgingly separated himself from Mairin and approached his father, Ewan put his hands on Crispen’s shoulders.
“Tonight you’ll sleep in your own chamber.”
When Mairin would have protested, he silenced her with a stern look. Crispen also wanted to argue, but he was too disciplined for that. Most of the time.
“Aye, Papa. May I kiss Mama good night?”
Ewan smiled. “Of course.”
Crispen hurried back over to Mairin and allowed her to sweep him into a hug. She kissed the top of his head and then squeezed him tight. Crispen returned and stood solemnly in front of Ewan.
“Good night, Papa.”
“Good night, son.”
Ewan waited until his son had left the room before turning back to Mairin. Her chin went up and defiance sparked in her eyes. She was preparing for battle. The thought amused him but he smothered the smile that threatened. It was God’s truth, he’d smiled more since her arrival than he had in his life.
“When I issue you a summons, I expect you to heed it,” he said. “I expect—nay, I demand—obedience. I won’t accept defiance from you.”
Her mouth took on a pinched look. At first he thought he’d frightened her again, but on second look, he saw she was furious.
“Even when your demands are ridiculous?” she asked with a sniff.
He raised an eyebrow at that. “My asking you to present yourself to me is ridiculous? I had matters to discuss with you. My time is valuable.”
She opened her mouth and then promptly shut it again. But she muttered something under her breath that he didn’t catch.
“Now that we have that matter resolved, while I appreciate your devotion to my son, he has his own chamber that he shares with other children of the keep.”
“He should sleep with his mother and father,” she blurted.
“Aye, there will be times when that is indeed the case,” Ewan agreed. “But right after our marriage is not one of them.”
“I fail to see what being newly married has to do with it,” she muttered.
He sighed and tried to rein in his impatience. The lass was going to be the death of him.
“ ’Tis hard to bed my wife if my son is sharing the bed with us,” he drawled.
She looked away and twisted her hands in front of her. “If ’tis all the same to you, I’d rather not have you … bed me.”
“And how do you plan to become pregnant, lass?”
Her nose wrinkled and she cast him a cautious but hopeful look. “Perhaps your seed has already taken root. We should wait to see if that is the case. ’Tis truth you’ve no skill at loving, and ’tis obvious I’ve none as well.”
Ewan’s mouth gaped open. He was sure he hadn’t heard correctly. No skill? His mouth closed then fell open and then he snapped it shut with the force of his incredulity.
She shrugged. “ ’Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. ’Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.”
Ewan winced. The little wench was shredding his manhood. His cock positively shriveled under her criticism. Anger warred with exasperation until he saw the tremble of her lower lip and the trepidation in her eyes.
He sighed. “Ah, lass, ’tis true I bedded you with all the skill of a stable boy with his first woman.”
Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, and he kicked himself for his coarseness. He dug his fingers into his hair.
“You were a virgin. ’Tis unlikely anything I could have done would have made it good, but there is a lot I could have done to make it more pleasant.”
“I would have liked pleasant,” she said wistfully.
He cursed. How badly had he hurt her? He knew he hadn’t given her the pleasure or patience she deserved. At the time, all he’d known was that he had to consummate the marriage with all haste. There hadn’t been time to seduce a shy virgin. Only now his shy virgin had turned into a stubborn, unwilling wife.
“Mairin, the marriage wasn’t valid until I bedded you. I couldn’t risk having something happen before I had the chance to bed you. If you’d been captured, Cameron could have taken you and petitioned to have our marriage set aside. He would have bedded you and got you with child to strengthen his claim.”